So beautiful.

Punkins & Puddi Cat and theirz lurking Meowmie all with MMS
(sniff.....)

(Refusing to snip for the server)
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[A cloud passes over the Jellicle Moon, causing all the cats to stop and
look up, just in time to see a single silver moonbeam pierce the cloud and
settle on Laura Ann Mihstol's flute laying on a small table draped in blue
velvet. As the cloud passes, Laura's brofur Ralph, his wedwink Kissa, and
hur brofur, Laura's wedwink Vinnie, step forward to stand beside the
table. After a long moment of silence, Ralph speaks.]

Frenz, for da past sefurral yeerz, mine sisfur Laura honored us, ana alla
doze atta Rainbow Bridj, by performing "Cat Anjil" in hur sweet, cleer
soprano, playin da refrane on hur flute. Diz yeer hur flute lyes silint
ana Laura iz singing wif ar frenz ana famlee at da Bridj. To honor hur,
ana alla offurz hooz namez haz ben called tunite, we wud like tu sing hur
song.

[Three voices ring out, Ralph's rumbly tenor joining Vinnie's vibrato
while Kissa's alto weaves through them, in a tune the humins would
recognize as "Teen Angel".]

Dat faytul day, da call was herd
Dat tu da Bridj yewd go
I drew yew bak ana we wer sayf
Bud den I let yew go –oh-oh.

Cat Anjil, kin yew heer mee?
Cat Anjil, kin yew see mee?
Ar yew sumware up abuv,
Anna am I stil yewr own tru luff?

I noe yew tried tu stay fur me
Ana gif me wun moor purr
A smurgle warm ana heddbutt tuu
Ana grummin uv da fur

Cat Anjil, kin yew heer mee?
Cat Anjil, kin yew see mee?
Ar yew sumware up abuv,
Ana am I stil yewr own tru luff?

Yew wer sick ana tired tuu,
I cudnt mayk yew stay
I’ll nefer smuv yewr fur agin
Yewr atta da Bridj tuday

Cat Anjil, kin yew heer mee?
Cat Anjil, kin yew see mee?
Ar yew sumware up abuv,
Ana am I stil yewr own tru luff?

Cat Anjil, ansur mee pleeze….

[As their voices fade on the final word, the simple shining sound of a
flute floats down from the Rainbow and then a chorus, led by a sweet
soprano voice, replies….]

Deerhartz, we kin heer yew
Deerhartz, we kin see yewww
We ar weighting up abuv
Ana we ar still yewr own tru luff…….

[…and the night fades back into silence, moonbeams glistening on tears
slipping down furry faces.]